The dust settled.

Time, eight o'clock in the evening.

Exactly ten minutes passed from the beginning to the end of the riot.

But in this short ten minutes, the guests who participated in the reception deeply felt what it means to be ice and fire, and their emotions were ups and downs, as if they had experienced a thrilling theatrical performance.

"Is there an ambulance at the door......

Moseley was just about to communicate with his men when he heard Daryl Richardson's questioning.

"Yes!"

Moseley nodded: "We arranged ......"

"Then don't you let the paramedics come in and save people!!"

Daryl let out a loud sigh, finally remembering his responsibilities as governor.

Without being reminded by anyone, he took the initiative to step forward quickly, stood at the position of the cocktail party, picked up the microphone of the protagonist, and comforted people:

"Ladies and gentlemen, all the terrorists who appeared at this reception have been eliminated, and we are safe!"

Everyone secretly rolled their eyes and said to you.

"Tonight, it's Heroes' Night!"

Daryl's next sentence made everyone momentarily confused.

Except for a few people who had been following Daryl before, everyone still couldn't figure out why Daryl stood up and spoke after the attack.

"Twenty minutes before the reception began, the FBI received information that someone was going to carry out a horrific terrorist attack at the scene...... After confirmation, the news is true. ”

Daryl's tone became heavy.

As a politician, he has a high knack for telling nonsense with his eyes open, and he has the ability to make up reasonable stories to boast about himself in a very short period of time.

"I was supposed to come out and end this party, but it was too late, and the terrorists arrived even earlier than we did. Stopping a drinking party can lead to an early terrorist attack. For this reason, I had to urgently mobilize manpower to fight against them......"

"The good thing is that the result was perfect, we managed to beat them!"

"First of all, I must thank the fighters in the fight against terrorists, they are heroes!"

The more Daryl spoke, the more engaged he became, his expression agitated, and he raised his hand to point.

Wesley and the others, who were wearing the uniforms of the reception staff, were momentarily stunned.

We're going to be heroes?

"Secondly, I would also like to thank all of you who are here for your incomparably great courage and unflinching in this confrontation with terrorists and to make your due contribution to the elimination of terrorists, and it is incumbent upon everyone to ......"

"We are all heroes!!"

When Daryl said this, he was extremely excited, as if he was convinced.

Offstage.

Thunderous applause rang out for several minutes, almost longer than the terrorist attack.

In the passionate speech, everyone applauded and rolled their eyes.

What about fools?

There are few fools among the guests who qualify for this reception.

Many people even know the true identity of Wilson Fisk.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have come to praise the stinky feet of an ordinary real estate builder.

Is that the man you called?

I'm afraid it's Kim and the security guard who is placed at the drinking party, right?

Justin Hammer squinted slightly, but his hands kept moving, with a vague smile on his face.

We saved our lives and were named heroes.

You've got the votes, and you're in sight for re-election.

We all have a bright future ahead of us.

At this time.

The FBI agents and paramedics who rushed into the venue looked confused.

Wasn't it attacked by terrorists?

Why are you so happy?

……

At the glass railing on the second floor.

David and Wilson stand side by side, condescendingly, overlooking the scene on the first floor.

The high-spirited Daryl was waving his hand as he spoke, using the convention and exhibition center, which had just been rained by bullets, as his speech venue, and the guests of the reception were his audience.

Wilson's ears rang in Darryl's words, unmoved.

"David, this time it's very beautiful, I'm far worse than you when I'm your age."

He nodded slightly, unabashedly admiring it, then looked at Mr. Governor in the audience and said with a smile: "Daryl is very satisfied with our arrangement, and he does not reject our kindness, which is a good thing." ”

"At this point, he has no choice but to stand up and turn a bad thing into a good thing."

David said lightly: "Wilson, I'll take care of the rest." Take care of this, and from today onwards, you'll not just be the underground king of New York, you'll be ruling the entire East Coast. ”

"I don't understand until now, you seem to be dismissive of the underground kingdom you created."

Wilson turned his head and asked the long-standing doubt:

"Why?"

"I have other things to do."

David clenched his fists and did not shy away from it: "Moreover, I don't like to show my head, the underground world is enough to have you." ”

"Something else?"

Wilson frowned, thinking of Fisker Pharmaceutical, which David had invested in, and the research content of Fisker Pharmaceutical, and thoughtfully, but did not ask any more questions.

The extraordinary power of the Marvel world is enough to go back to an unknown number of thousands of years.

For modern society, during World War II, super soldiers such as Captain America also appeared, so human superpowers are not a secret.

Although Wilson does not agree with David's point of view, he has been trained to reach the limit of the human body, and even to the point of breaking the limit, and he can be regarded as half a superpower. Based on his own situation, he would not deny David's idea.

Anyway, even if David handed over his name of Pushkin to himself, this huge underground kingdom would not be missing his share.

After all, the two have the same surname.

……

A moment later.

Wilson met with Darryl Richardson in the conference room.

"Wilson Fisk, give me an explanation."

Daryl's tone changed instantly.

He looked coldly at the huge man in front of him, his attitude was very tough, and his heart was not false at all, with the domineering air of a superior person.

"Mr. Governor, you're no stranger to that gang of terrorists......"

Wilson shook his head slightly and pressed the communicator in his hand: "Bring her in." ”

She?

Daryl was stunned.

Crunch –

The door of the conference room was pushed open, and what Daryl didn't expect was that the first person to catch his eye was Andre.

Of course, in Daryl's eyes, Andrei is Pushkin.

"Pushkin, how could it be you?"

Daryl was stunned for a moment, and then frowned: "You are in alliance with Wilson?" ”

"No, it's not an alliance, it's a merger."

Andre smiled and said willingly: "From now on, there is only one voice left on the East Coast, and that is Jin Ji." ”

"Kim?"

Daryl suddenly turned his head and looked at Wilson in front of him, the contempt in his eyes disappeared, and a trace of solemnity appeared: "So, are you playing ghosts?" ”

"No, it's her."

Wilson raised his hand and pointed.

Daryl's gaze followed the direction of his finger and landed on Susan, who was already under complete control.

At this time, Susan's expression was sluggish, and her face was blank, like a doll who had lost her mind.

"Who is she?"

Daryl was expressionless.

The man always likes an eighteen-year-old young girl, and he is not interested in dolls that look like old women.

"CIA retiree, now a special advisor to the CIA. Her was interrogated by my men...... Of course, we used a little bit of a trick. ”

Wilson said: "In short, she not only admitted her identity as a CIA consultant, but also confessed to her deception, overstepping her authority to command the Black Ops Commando, intending to disrupt social order and seek her own benefit...... This is undoubtedly a crime, and she deserves the most severe punishment from the state. ”

"Black Ops Commando?"

Daryl frowned at first, then his brow eased.

Although they are CIA agents, they are regarded as terrorists by the nature of black ops, plus they are in full view.

At this point, no one will come forward to clarify.

From the moment the operation failed, the agents were completely abandoned without hesitation.

Besides, Wilson had already arranged everything.

He playfully threw all the black cauldron on Susan's head, and used Susan to warn the top management of the CIA headquarters.

On the one hand, it plays a deterrent role.

On the other hand, it can be regarded as a small favor from the CIA, sending a signal to establish friendship.

Of course, there is still one last step left before all this can be realized.

That is, there is a need for an executor.

"You want me to report back to the president in the name of a terrorist, and use the content of your interrogation to pressure the CIA to abandon black operations on the East Coast."

Darryl is a politician who knows the ins and outs well, and is undoubtedly the ideal executor.

"I'll just get it straight, what do I get?"

When he realized that Wilson had something to ask of him, he became calm again.

"Now the entire East Coast, including New York, is left with only King and one voice, you know what that means......"

Wilson spoke slowly: "It means that you can get more dividends than before, and this figure is at least five times that of before." On top of that, the whole East Coast is going to be your ticket house, and you know how many people I can influence. ”

"You're really smart."

Daryl was instantly convinced that this was indeed what he wanted.

He sighed with emotion, showing the most sincere smile ever after meeting Wilson, and enthusiastically stretched out his palm.

"Well, happy cooperation!"

"Yes."

Wilson shook his hand: "Our cooperation will be very pleasant, Mr. Governor." ”